Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's your third smoke already.

Dad! Watch out!

Sean, the rope!

He can help me, at least.

That's it. Come on.

But I signed for the boat. Mrs Brody, please.

You're right, she probably wasn't looking at you.

Take it easy. Just pull.

He wanted a job, now he's got one. And I want that boat out the water.

- Dad, can I...? - Tomorrow night. And I mean it.

What are you talking about? Look at this. That's a shark.

Oh, he's watching. You know, a lookout.

Yeah. We'll take him in.

Polly, no calls now, huh?

I can't find anyone. They must have gone to the bottom and drifted.

I called you as soon as I heard. I hear the bites are really big.

Take a look at the sand. It's like sugar.

Get us in! For Christ's sake, get us in.

Tie it off. All right.

908 means get me out of there.

Thank you. Have you met my son Larry?

- It's obvious he's made up his mind. - You bet I have.

Well, you better try!

I got it, Chief.

I got something for you now.

- What? - He wanted to come.

No problem, no problem.

Was it the fourth or fifth night at the Jersey shore?

Quick, quick, who's that?

Are you sure its not..

- How? - Look bored.

Sean, catch the rope!

- I'm helping. - Good.

Well, obviously, she's not.

We may have another shark problem.

- Now, let's not... - Let's not what, Larry?

Tomorrow. Maybe spend the day.

Come back here.

Come on, Sean, wake up!

That's a crock of shit.

- Mike, you going out? - I thought you were grounded.

So there could be one around?

Get out! Get out of there!

They're OK if they got little white canes and tin cups.

If this is what I think it is, there won't be anybody here.

OK, Sean, now listen.

Eddie, swim! Swim fast, it's a shark, Eddie.

- Hi, Dad. - Hi, gang.